Five-Hundred Word Challenge 557: Writing Season is Here

Cold fingers and I’ve no idea as to what I’m doing right now. Need my hands to be bit warmer.

Rained yesterday. Today is a bit sunnier. Need to do housework, among other things. You could say that today is a day of a lot of things needing to be done. Hard to tell if I actually will get things done, but I’m sure that my attempts will be of some sort of noble endeavour, or something like that.

You get the point.

Back sore. Been sitting down for far too long, Need to get some air into this room, but I don’t want it to get any colder in here than it already is. Would much rather a bit more sun coming into the room. Make it feel warm, even if that does not necessarily actually make it warm, or something.

Fingers are thawing. Getting a bit more flexibility. This is the feeling. This is the feeling that I am trying to conjure in my hands. Need to un-retire them, even though my hands never were. It’s time to get back into shape. Time to get back to writing more than a few words at a time.

Gotta get the rust off. Writing season is here!

Need to be at the top of my game in order to be as average as possible. Need to get on going and go on to the higher levels that are set out in front of me. Gotta get flexible, gotta get the ice off. Frost falling far, that is the way to proceed onward.

This is almost like trying to bust out of a rock, or something. Probably not the right words to use, but I think that it gets the image across. That image of course being a metaphor for how stiff my hands feel. They feel stiff, but they are warming as I am moving and slowly but surely I feel as though I will be able to get the flexibility in them as the cold is no longer slowing them down, or something.

Gotta stop hunching though. Not good for the back, as they say. Not good for a lot of things, but the back especially. Gotta keep the best posture that I can keep and make sure that I am not hurting my spine.

HEAD UP AND OUT AND TYPE AWAY, PROUD POSE NOW!

Whatever that means, of course.

Alternatively I could just sit properly in this chair and thus make sure that my posture is good and I’m not hurting myself for no reason.

Gotta keep on moving my hands. Gotta keep on knocking out the words. Look at the strings of text whilst also moving the hands. Getting them flowing back into a form of grace that is as graceful as a blob of bricks building and slowly sliding down a grassy incline.

That probably would be a bit more graceful than I’d like to believe, but the idea of it works, so there you go.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:01:37

Writing when your hands are cold is not always an easy thing.

Written at home.

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About Stupidity Hole

I'm some guy that does stuff. Hoping to one day fill the internet with enough insane ramblings to impress a cannibal rat ship. I do more than I probably should. I have a page called MS Paint Masterpieces that you may be interested in checking out. I also co-run Culture Eater, an online zine for covering the arts among other things. We're on Patreon!
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